A lion was in our camp. It was roaring and roaring - so loudly I knew it was very close to me.
I had one chance to photograph it. Without hesitation, I grabbed my camera and camp light - and ran out into the darkness, completely naked, with just my camera and light in hand....
The moments felt like hours as I stepped out into the night - just a few feet from my tent.
His shadow was moving across the African floor - so large - so powerful. And now, so close to me. Would it retreat back into the bush... or attack?
I held my breath to steady the shot and in one move, I held up the light in one hand and clicked with the other then ran back into my tent. I didn't look back except to zip up my fabric home, catching my breath and hoping no one saw me without my clothes on!
